Sex Education Country for the mysteries of Trellech
Wonky Stones that stopped the Druid (and pub walk author) Lawrence Main from dowsing |
One of several information signs |
Walking the UK, ticking off CAMRA Good Beer Guide Pubs and hunting for Geocaches.
Wonky Stones that stopped the Druid (and pub walk author) Lawrence Main from dowsing |
One of several information signs |
The Grounds of Croome Park, with the house in the far distance |
The church and one mucky Guide Dog in Training |
Church Insider |
With just two stages of the Chiltern Chain Walk to go, I am reaching the far western extremities. I'm also revisiting the Ridgeway but remembering little. Did I really have to walk across a golf course on Nuffield Common? How is that the three miles of Grim's Ditch seems so unfamiliar?
Thank God I blog.
Today's walk starts at the hamlet of Stoke Row. The Cherry Tree Inn to be exact. From there, its the usual Chilterns loveliness. The flint ground coping with the wet weather better than yesterday's Warwickshire mudfest. Fine tracks, woodland that makes for good walking but poor photos and a distinct lack of anything interesting to report.
Items of most interest..... A potential refreshment stop at Nettlebed's Cheese Shed. Geocaching on the Ridgeway. An unexpected WWII Aircraft Crash site that has an interesting modern story of remembrance.
Enough Cheese was consumed on Xmas night.... no need for the Cheese Shed |
Geocaches make happy homes for snails |
Loss of all life, after clipping Ipsden Church on a test flight |
Which leaves the pubs. I'm in the heart of Brakspear Country. Their website gives little away as to where they now brew following a Fullers move in the early 2000s. They sold the brewing business to concentrate on the pub real estate. It appears they do now have a small brewery in Henley on Thames, although no idea what is produced there. From their website, I learn more about the only English Pope (1154, Nicholas Brakspear) than the fact that they moved brewing to Wychwood (RIP), subsequently conglomerated into Marstons.
Despite the only two cask beers on gravity pour at the King William IV in Hailey, I shall be forever grateful for getting me out of the rain. As if by design, the heavens open just as I reach the door. The only way to stop this is for me to have a half and don full top and bottom hard shells. Not a drop fell for the rest of the walk, as I rustled my way back to Stoke row.
A pub in splendid isolation |
My half of "Oh Be Joyful" and the gravity racked barrels it came from |
In a world of change, Quinno's pubsgalore review from 2018 stills holds true;
Fortified for the final three miles and the Old Cherry Inn - a similarly grand country pub, trading mostly on dining. Dating from the 1830s - a nice history write up here.... although they fail to mention it was once owned by Carol Decker from T'Pau.
Big Van with the Hobgoblin doing deliveries on my arrival |
A comfy chair, in front of a wood burning open fire was just the ticket after 13 long miles.
Even with an Oxford Gold.
2024 New Year's resolution has to be to read walk background information before setting off.
As usual, I spent too much time looking at pub choices, trying to determine which ones might be open on which day. Bank Holiday Boxing Day can always go one way or the other.
This leg of the Centenary Way connects three little villages, each with a pub, a church and various buildings of Grade II listed status. In between, it's mud - ranging from the thick claggy stuff that leaves your feet covered in pizza sized cow pats - to slurry, where you disappear up to your calves. It was not fun. Let's concentrate on what was found - or not.
Oxhill - I made this the start of the walk, mainly as the Peacock is open 7 days a week. Four cask ales on and a solid enough village local trying to cater for everyone. The church wasn't explored but had I completed my research, I could have discovered Myrtilla's Tomb - one of the earliest in England to commemorate a person of African descent. A slave, so by rights, I would have needed to vandalise some property of the Beauchamp family.
The Peacock at Oxhill |
Post Walk Hook Norton Twelve Days, taken in my socks. Muddy shoes left outside. |
Whatcote - Has a pub, the Michelin awarded Royal Oak, which I don't think is for the likes of me. Click the link for a web site that is worthy of a four course tasting menu for £85. However, the Whatpub description makes it sound slightly more appealing and I do return on the next leg. There is a 90 minute window on a Saturday/Sunday lunch;
An ancient stone-built pub in the middle of the village, it dates back to 1168 and was originally built to house masons building the church. The extensive inglenook contains rungs leading to a hideaway. Patronised by Cromwell's officers after the nearby Battle of Edgehill. Previously it was a Hook Norton pub but is now a free house. Completely refurbished and re-opened in 2017, it holds a Michelin Star (first awarded in 2021).
Again, the church was unexplored but this one suffered bomb damage in WWII. There may well be a memorial to the only casualty. A sheep.
Not for you |
Tysoe's Peacock |
Imagine standing amidst the hauntingly beautiful landscape of the Lake District, where the ancient whispers of history linger in the air. Here, nestled in the remote reaches near Keswick, lies the enigmatic Castlerigg Stone Circle, a relic from the Neolithic period, dating back over 5000 years.
The very isolation of Castlerigg contributes to its mysterious ambiance. The stones, weathered by centuries of wind and rain, stand sentinel in a timeless dance with the elements. Their purpose remains shrouded in the mists of time, adding an extra layer of intrigue to this ancient site.
As you explore the circle, consider the celestial choreography at play. The stones are aligned with the sun and moon, creating a cosmic connection that transcends the ages. It's a mesmerizing dance between the ancient builders and the celestial bodies, imbuing the site with an otherworldly energy.
Step into the realm of spirituality and ritualistic practices that may have unfolded within the stone circle. The air is thick with the echoes of ceremonies lost to time, inviting your imagination to conjure visions of ancient rites and sacred gatherings.
Local folklore weaves its own tapestry around Castlerigg. Legends speak of mystical occurrences, spirits, and unexplained phenomena. These tales, passed down through generations, infuse the site with a sense of the supernatural, making every visit an encounter with the unknown.
Photographs capture the play of light and shadow among the stones, especially during the ethereal moments of dawn and dusk. The stones, weathered yet resolute, take on an almost spectral glow, enhancing the overall mysterious atmosphere.
Visitors share stories of feeling an otherworldly presence, of being transported through time as they walk among the stones. These personal encounters contribute to the collective aura of mystery that surrounds Castlerigg.
As you delve into the pagan and druidic connections, you sense the ancient pulse of spirituality that permeates the landscape. Castlerigg becomes a bridge to a time when the boundaries between the earthly and the divine were blurred, a notion that adds to the overall mystique.
Special Place |
Digging geocaches out the Low Rigg Snow |
Unexpected Ice Skating Rink.... slightly more photogenic than Brum's Silver Blades |
Goulash Ahoy! |
Pick the bones out of that list |
Coniston, Lake District this afternoon.#uksnowpic.twitter.com/YYvWNhQwyL
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Crossing Newlands Beck to get to Little Town |
Looking West from Yewthwaite Comb |
First glimpse of Derwent Water. No boats running in December |
Looking South, back at Cat Bells on the descent |
The Cat Bells Toposcope |